You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 63 Explained
Wen Qing'er held her grandmother's cold hands instead, to give her some warmth, she shook her head and said slowly: "Grandmother is Qing'er's real grandmother, how can a granddaughter blame grandma? The elder sister also received the family law, Qing'er is no longer wronged."

The grandmother sighed, and explained to herself: "There were outsiders there that day, so I couldn't interrupt your father rashly. Your father is the head of the family and the master of the family. You can't ask me, an old woman, to force you How can you enter the court and become an official if you can’t even clear up the housework.”

Wen Qing'er comforted: "Grandmother doesn't have to worry about this matter, and my father's reaction at that time was also reasonable. Any father who heard that his daughter was ambiguous with her cousin would have this reaction. Er'er is innocent, how could Qing'er blame grandmother and father."

The grandmother nodded slightly, suppressed the tears that were rolling in her eyes, and said with a choked voice, "Good boy, Qing'er is a good boy! It's all my fault that I left Aunt Mei behind because of my soft heart, otherwise there wouldn't be such dirty things."

Wen Qing'er was really at odds in her heart before, her grandmother's inaction made her feel chilled, thinking that in this family, only her mother was really good to her, but her grandmother's explanation today made Wen Qing'er feel ironed Posted a lot.

Thinking about it, the father is the child of the grandmother, and the whole family is the relatives of the grandmother. If anyone is wronged by another person, it is better not to speak up. If it is really unfair, it is not too late to speak up.

Wen Qing'er hugged her grandmother in her arms, stroked her back with her small hands, and comforted her in a low voice: "This can't be my grandmother's fault, it's my aunt who doesn't know how to be grateful, let the lard cover her heart, and can't see how good my grandmother is to her. "

Just like her mother comforted her, Wen Qing'er also learned to comfort her grandmother: "Grandma, don't be sad anymore, Qing'er is here, Qing'er will always be with grandma, always be good to grandma, grandma must take care of herself, Qing'er is still there I want grandma to watch Qing'er get married and have a baby."

Saying this eased the grandmother's mood, the grandmother's handkerchief pursed her eyes, and smiled a little: "You shameless, you want to get married before you're ready."

Which girl is not pregnant?A faint blush crawled up Wen Qing'er's cheeks.

Wen Qing'er leaned on her grandmother and said coquettishly: "The granddaughter's life-long affairs depend on her grandmother to check, and the grandmother must give her granddaughter a good look. My granddaughter wants to have thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a dignified look!"

Speaking of this, Ying Yu's figure suddenly flashed into Wen Qing'er's mind, and he was quite suitable. Wen Qing'er blushed and shook her head uncomfortably, trying to quickly dismiss the idea.

Grandmother was embarrassed to just think of Wen Qing'er, and laughed at her cheeky shamelessness.

The rain outside is also much lighter, unlike the heavy rain before, it only weaves finely and densely on the ground, caressing every plant and tree in this world.

Seeing that Wen Qing'er's dress was still slightly damp, grandma rushed someone to get some quick clothes and changed Wen Qing'er's clothes so as not to catch the wind and cold.

Jinqiu brought clean clothes early and stood on the porch, seeing someone calling in the room, she took them in, and together with Xichun waited for the girl to change them.

Wen Qing'er changed her clothes, went around the screen and went inside, and sent someone to set up a small couch next to her grandmother's couch, so that she could serve her at night.

Grandmother refused, and told Mother Hu to remove the small couch, and dragged Wen Qing'er to lie down together. Wen Qing'er smiled, took off her outer shirt, and lay on the outer edge.

I still remember the last time I lay on the same couch with my grandmother when I was five or six years old. At that time, I had to be hugged by my grandmother. In a blink of an eye, Wen Qinger grew up and was able to take care of my grandmother in turn.

The grandmother sighed, took Wen Qing'er's hand Xuxu, closed her eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)